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The first stanza , therefore , was the following - as grim a picture as Blake or Fuseli could have dreamed and painted : “ Though you should build a bark of dead men's bones , And rear a phantom gibbet for a mast , Stitch shrouds ...
The first stanza , therefore , was the following - as grim a picture as Blake or Fuseli could have dreamed and painted : “ Though you should build a bark of dead men's bones , And rear a phantom gibbet for a mast , Stitch shrouds ...
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To every symbol on his forehead high ; She saw it waxing very pale and dead , And straight all flush'd ; so , lisped tenderly , “ Lorenzo ! ” here she ceased her timid quest , But in her tone and look he read the rest . VIII .
To every symbol on his forehead high ; She saw it waxing very pale and dead , And straight all flush'd ; so , lisped tenderly , “ Lorenzo ! ” here she ceased her timid quest , But in her tone and look he read the rest . VIII .
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It cannot be - Too many tears for lovers have been shed , Too many sighs give we to them in fee , Too much of pity after they are dead , Too many doleful stories do we see , Whose matter in bright gold were best be read ; Except in such ...
It cannot be - Too many tears for lovers have been shed , Too many sighs give we to them in fee , Too much of pity after they are dead , Too many doleful stories do we see , Whose matter in bright gold were best be read ; Except in such ...
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The ancient harps have said , Love never dies , but lives , immortal Lord : If Love impersonate was ever dead , Pale Isabella kiss'd it , and low moan'd . ' Twas love ; cold , -dead indeed , but not ...
The ancient harps have said , Love never dies , but lives , immortal Lord : If Love impersonate was ever dead , Pale Isabella kiss'd it , and low moan'd . ' Twas love ; cold , -dead indeed , but not ...
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Through bronzed lyre in tragic order go , And touch the strings into a mystery ; Sound mournfully upon the winds and low ; For simple Isabel is soon to be Among the dead : She withers , like a palm Cut by an Indian for its juicy balm .
Through bronzed lyre in tragic order go , And touch the strings into a mystery ; Sound mournfully upon the winds and low ; For simple Isabel is soon to be Among the dead : She withers , like a palm Cut by an Indian for its juicy balm .
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| Назва | The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Том 3 The Letters and Poems of John Keats, John Gilmer Speed |
| Автор | John Keats |
| Редактор | John Gilmer Speed |
| Видавець | Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
| Оригінал із | Прінстонський університет |
| Оцифровано | 5 груд. 2008 |
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